MAKA

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I'm tired, drained, exhausted, knackered, I ball like Shaq when the backboard's shattered As long as the money and family's patterned, I don't give a fuck 'cause that's all that matters Arabic one, she a blatant gaffer, but she don't think that I know she a badders We trap, but we shoulda kicked back, been scammers, I seen bro call and wack that baller On the stove, cook rollin' stones, but the jackboys cream off her moves like Jagger Think that I poured up too much Maka', my belly is bloated, I fucked my bladder 50 notes, got hella red faces, makin' her blush, one touch, she's flattered Please and thank you, remember your manners, I don't even live in a crib, it's a manor Alright (alright), between me and them, there's a serious gap I laugh out loud when I hear them brag, I was just like them, I was sharin' clothes Me and bro took turns, I'd share with wads like the back of my hand, got the area mapped That was crack cocaine and heroin wraps, it was Cathmore Park where they buried the waps Now me and 'em boys got nothin' in common, they can't compare me, nothin' ain't similar Chrome Heart shades on my face, remember the ones that I teefed from the 3D cinema Shoulda went collie and not skipped seminar, bro pushed weight like cellulite OT sellin' like court on sell site, risk jail time for a cash flow regular I was only a kid peekin' through the window, and I got gassed when I heard it slap Go to the club, get paid and cut, they buy tables and get burst off yak Is it worth all of that to get turf by yats? For me and my batch, it don't work like that What you lot hear don't hurt me, so I make sure when I cheat, no words get back Put them in my shoes, I don't know if them dudes gonna make it through I don't know if they'll manage Dressed like skaters, still got my 'nan Condette when I'm wearin' Supreme or Palace I got beef, but I ain't liftin' a finger, I make P that can make people vanish I played FIFA with the fiends in the bando, shit WiFi had my P'4 laggin' I'm tired, drained, exhausted, knackered, I ball like Shaq when the backboard's shattered As long as the money and family's patterned, I don't give a fuck 'cause that's all that matters Arabic one, she a blatant gaffer, but she don't think that I know she a badders We trap, but we shoulda kicked back, been scammers, I seen bro call and wack that baller On the stove, cook rollin' stones, but the jackboys cream off her moves like Jagger Think that I poured up too much Maka', my belly is bloated, I fucked my bladder 50 notes, got hella red faces, makin' her blush, one touch, she's flattered Please and thank you, remember your manners, I don't even live in a crib, it's a manor We got guns and balla Fine shit came with a friend, I'm not even knowin' which one's badder Rollin' low, it's ski in the Benz, I'm back on the ends, I feel like Spragga T-ten zigs, I'm twillin' blems, they don't want that, it's filled with cancer Filled to the brim, ain't got no space, I fucked with three, but you bought that bag Her chest too high, but she got no waist Why they watchin' man so much while I'm watchin' gyal? I-I don't think they're straight Lah, banged that off, make space, he's pushin' his friend like they're havin' a race P-p-play with somethin' that's safe, the hash is high, and so the states The static's loud, and so is the, and so is the bass DXB, I'm flyin' Emirates, he woulda turned pack, but he got on a plane, huh Cooked in the brain, he thought he was bad, got took for his chain (bitch) Like a Tucson double-cup tuck, they're askin', "What's that, pink lemonade?"